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Batman Before
By Wildfire
Chapter One
“MCGINNIS! Watch your back!” The voice rang through his ear as he stumbles back then glares at the wall, wishing he could shut that man up.
His feet slap the pavement below him as he runs after one of the Jokers. He was quickly closing the distance between him and the man. He was almost there….
“McGinnis, use your grapple!”
“No offence, Mr. Wayne, but shut up!” he hisses into the earpiece as he dives through the door, tackling the man.
The next few seconds seemed to take hours as they rolled over and over, each man trying to gain the upper hand. The Joker manages to pull a knife out before he stabs down at the dark knight. Suddenly, he was stopped an inch above his goal by a black hand. Dark eyes glare at him, pushing the knife away from himself; the Joker was now on the bottom. He uses his free hand to help push the blade back toward its intended victim. If the Joker could see his face, behind the mask, he’d see it smile before, bam, and he was out cold.
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The room was dark with bad lighting as a mask flopped down on a metal table. An old man walks over to the distressed boy with a knowing smirk while a black dog trails after him.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
The old man wasn’t just any old man; he was the owner of a large cooperation called Wayne Industries, as well as the former Batman. The old man was Bruce Wayne. At one time, Bruce Wayne was probably the most sought-after man in Gotham. However, now he was just old and alone.
The other man, on the other hand, was anything but old. He was young, probably about 17 years of age, and his body showed it. He had strong, firm muscles, but they were bulging out and horribly obvious. He had ice blue eyes that could pierce a person’s soul, which were now currently darting to the old man.
“They’re getting smarter.”
Unlike Bruce, the boy wasn’t anything special in Gotham. He went to a local high school and lived with his mom and little brother. He was Terry McGinnis, and the current Batman.
“The bat suit is supposed to enhance my strength, yet I was still having trouble keeping that knife away from me. Either they learned some amazing weight-training techniques, or something’s up.” He slips off the top part of his suit to reveal a tiny gash. “I didn’t even feel the suit tear.” He looks at the suit’s top to try and find the tear that must be there, only to find nothing. “I don’t get it. How could I be cut without it tearing the suit?”
“Take the suit off and get dressed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Terry watches the man go and sighs. The man was a bastard, but oddly enough he cared for him. Since his dad died he was really the only man around in his life -- and hey, if you’re gonna have a role model you might as well go for a super hero.
He undressed and was surprised to notice his muscles were actually quite tense. It was odd; he hadn’t been sore after a mission in a long time. He looks at the suit, tossing it to the table; maybe it was broken. That would explain why it was hard to hold off the Jokers….
He groans as he kneels down to grab his clothing and slowly slips on his pants. The dog, Ace, whines softly in front of him, and McGinnis smiled.
“I’m alright, boy, just sore.”
He does his pants up and slips his shirt on just as Bruce reenters the cave; he had really good timing. In fact, he always had good timing. Terry sometimes wondered if he watched to see if he was done. He shakes the thought away as he’s handed a cup of tea.
“You’re moving slower. Are you hurt?” The elder man walks to his computer chair and sits in it slowly.
“No, just sore.” He rubs his shoulder and glares as he received a cocked eyebrow from Wayne. “Hey, it’s not my fault. There’s something wrong with the suit!”
At that, Wayne quickly stood and walked over to the suit. Looking it over, he brings it back to the computer and starts scanning it. After several tests and entering different info, Bruce looks at Terry, who was sitting on the floor playing with Ace.
“There is nothing wrong with the suit. It’s working in perfect condition. Maybe you’re just getting weak?”
Terry frowns and stands up while grabbing the suit. “I am not getting weak! I’m telling you, I was using my own strength and not the suit’s! And what about the cut? How did I get it with out the suit being torn?”
“McGinnis, are you sure you weren’t cut before you put the suit on?”
“YES, I am sure! See? No hole in this shirt, either!” He pulls at his shirtsleeve. “Look, I gotta go. I’m supposed to pick up some cereal for Matt’s breakfast on my way home, and I’ll be lucky if I can find a grocery store open at this time of night.” He gives the dog another pat on the head before hurrying out.
Bruce scowls after the boy before turning back to the computer to re-go over the information he had just put in there.
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Terry enters his home as quietly as possible.
“Where have you been?! It’s almost two in the morning! What was Mr. Wayne having you do so late at night?”
Busted.
“Sorry, Mom. We were going over papers and when I saw the time, I hurried home as fast as I could.”
“Ohh, and I suppose that means you also forgot your brother’s cereal?” Her arms were crossed and she wore a nasty glare.
He holds up the bag of groceries with an innocent smile. “Nope.”
“OHH, so instead of coming home when it’s FAR too late to be out, you went shopping? I’d rather have you alive than a box of cereal!”
Terry smiles. “Hey, Mom, if I hadn’t gotten the cereal, then would you have been happy?”
“NO! You should have been home HOURS ago with the cereal. Now go to bed.” She takes the bag with a heavy sigh “Terry? Mr. Wayne…. He’s not having you do anything… bad, right?”
Terry smiles and goes to kiss his mom’s cheek. “No, Mom. I promise I’m doing all the good I possibly can at Mr. Wayne’s.” He heads into his room and sets his bag down before shutting the door and collapsing on the bed. He was so tired….
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Sun blared in Terry’s eyes. He opened them slowly to see a bright red plastic-head thing.
“AHH!” He jumps back and Matt laughs. He had been holding one of his action figures right in Terry’s face.
“Hey, you promised to take me to the zoo today.” He smiles. “Get up and get ready!”
Terry groans. “Matt, I’m really burned out. Could we do it tomorrow?” As Matt starts to glare, Terry grabs him and starts tickling him. “Please, please, please?”
Matt bursts into giggles. “Alright, alright! Stop!” He squirms free. “But you have better take me tomorrow!”
Terry nods and flops back on the bed, pulling the covers up over his head. He heard Matt leave and sighs as he relaxes back into the soft comforts of his bed.
“Terry, if you’re not going to take Matt to the zoo, could you help me run some errands?”
Terry lets out an irritated sigh. “Can I sleep for ONE more hour first?!”
“Terry, it’s already almost nine. Please get up!”
Terry groans and slips from the bed. With his feet touching the old floor below, he stretches his body and was amused to see he was still in yesterday’s clothes; he had forgotten to change. He stands and grabs some pajama pants. He knew he ought to just change into real clothing, but maybe if he was in pajama pants his mom wouldn’t make him go out so soon. He also puts on a loose t-shirt and heads out before grabbing a box of cereal and heading for the living room couch.
“Don’t even think about it, young man! You take that cereal back into the kitchen and get a bowl and spoon for it. And you can eat it at the table.” His mom was fully dressed and holding her keys. “Alright, I’m heading out. I’m taking Matt with me, but I need you to clean this place up and run these errands.” She hands him a list. “And please try to actually get them done before running out to see Diana or Mr. Wayne.” She kisses his check. “Alright, hun, I’ll be back soon. Stay out of trouble! Come on, Matt!” She hurries out and Matt follows, but not before sticking his tongue out at Terry first.
Terry groans; this was going to be a long day. As soon as his mom left, he took the cereal box back to the couch and flips the TV on. He flips through the channels, looking for anything good. Eventually, he ended up falling back asleep on the couch.
He woke back up abruptly to the sound of his phone going off. “Hello?”
“McGinnis, where are you?” The gruff voice was enough to tell Terry he was talking to none other than Wayne.
“At home. What’s up?”
“Turn your TV to channel 5.”
Terry flips to the channel. His eyes widen when he saw that people were shooting madly into the air while others were running away, covering their heads.
“You need to get down there. Terry?”
Terry wasn’t there any more, though, as he knew one of the cars that one of the madmen was standing on. And he knew that car well. He was in his bat suit and flying through the air within a second.
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“Mom….”
Matt was hugging his mother tightly as they hid under a clothing rack; the men that were wandering around the store were just shooting randomly. They weren’t in the T-Gang, nor were they in with the Jokers. They wore an “E” on their shirts and white masks on their faces.
“Shhh, Matt. We have to be quiet.” She rocks him gently, thanking every god she knew that her other son wasn’t stuck here as well. Sounds of fighting were suddenly heard through the store.
Matt sits up. “Mom, it’s batman! He’s come to save us!”
Shhh, hunny, we don’t know that. It could be the police.” She slowly looks out from between the clothing. “They seem to be gone. Come on.”
She takes his hand and starts sneaking toward the door. Once they looked out, they could see that Matt was indeed right. Batman was there.
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